เข้าสู่ระบบ********Luzzaru’s office was loud and busy as usual.Three monitors on his main desk. Two more mounted on the wall. One tablet propped beside his keyboard. Clips looping. Headlines refreshing. Numbers ticking up and down in real time.He leaned back in his chair, phone in one hand, coffee in the other, smiling at something one of his editors had just sent him.“Run it again,” he said into his headset. “The angle where he turns his head. That one gets reactions.”A voice replied through his ear. “We already cut three versions.”“Cut four,” Luzzaru said. “People like options.”He sipped his coffee, eyes still on the main screen. Selene’s face froze mid-frame. A still from the club video. The one everyone knew now.“God, this thing’s gold,” he muttered.His phone buzzed on the desk.He glanced at it, annoyed at the interruption. Unknown number. Private line.He answered anyway.“Luzzaru speaking.”The voice on the other end was calm. Flat. Not rushed.“Good afternoon, Mr. Luzzaru. My na
LEOI arrived at the office earlier than usual.Not because anyone asked me to. Not because I had a meeting I couldn’t miss. I just woke up earlier, dressed faster, and felt this quiet pull to be there before the building fully came alive.This time, it was different.No one told me where to go.No assistant waiting at the door with a tablet. No message on my phone with instructions. I already knew the route. I took the same elevator Adrien used to take. Pressed the same floor. Walked down the same hallway.Adrien’s old floor. Adrien’s old wing.Only now, my name was on the screen outside the main office.LEO CARTER – ACTING HEADI stopped for a second when I saw it.Not because I was shocked. I’d known this was coming. I’d prepared for it. But seeing my name there felt heavier than I expected. Real in a way planning never is.People were already moving differently around me.The front desk assistant smiled when she saw me and stood up too quickly. “Good morning, Mr. Carter.”Not Leo.
The lawyer’s office didn’t look like anything I expected.Not dramatic. Not intimidating. Just quiet.White walls. Glass desk. A small couch that felt too stiff to relax on. No art. No photos. No signs that anyone actually lived here, even though this was clearly where important things happened.Adrien walked in first. I followed.We both stopped for a second, like we were waiting for someone to tell us where to sit. Then a woman at the front desk looked up.“Mr. Harris?” she asked.“Yes.”“She’s expecting you. Office three.”No smile. No small talk. Just directions.We walked down a short hallway and into another quiet room. The lawyer was already there, seated behind a desk with a tablet in front of her. She stood up when we entered.“Selene Harris. Adrien Harris,” she said. “I’m Mara.”Her voice was calm. Not cold. Not warm either. Just neutral.We shook hands and sat down.She didn’t offer us water. Didn’t ask how we were. Didn’t even sit back.She opened her tablet and said, “Let
SELENEI woke up before him.Not because of an alarm. Not because I had somewhere to be. I just opened my eyes and couldn’t fall back asleep.The room was quiet in that soft early way. Light coming through the curtains, pale and gentle. The kind of light that makes everything feel slower than it really is.Adrien was still asleep beside me.On his back. One arm over his face. Hair messy, like he hadn’t moved all night. He looked younger like that. Less sharp. Less controlled. Just a man who was tired.I watched him for a while.Not in a sad way.In a different way.Before, when things were bad, I used to watch him and feel distance. Like there was a wall between us even in the same bed. Like I was lying next to someone I couldn’t reach.Now it felt… quiet. But not empty.Purpose.That was the word that kept sitting in my head.We didn’t fix everything. Nothing magical happened overnight. The world was still loud. The stories were still out there. The problems were still real.But some
SELENEIt had been days.Not dramatic days. Not the kind where doors slammed or voices broke. Just quiet ones. The kind that looked normal from the outside but felt wrong on the inside. The kind where we lived in the same house and somehow managed to miss each other in every room.We talked about small things.What time the driver would come.What to eat.Who called.What needed to be paid.Normal couple things. Practical things. Safe things.But not us.Not the space between us. Not the tension that sat in every silence. Not the way we both avoided the real conversation like it might actually finish something we weren’t ready to lose.And the longer it went on, the heavier it felt. Like carrying something fragile in my chest that I didn’t know how to put down without breaking it.That evening, I stood outside his study for a full minute before I knocked.I don’t even know why I hesitated. I lived there. I slept next to him. I knew every part of that house better than most people knew
LEOI arrived earlier than usual that morning.Not because anyone asked me to. Not because I had to. I just woke up already alert, already dressed, already aware that something had shifted overnight and I didn’t want to be late to it.The parking lot was almost empty when I pulled in. A few executive cars. A couple of staff. Quiet, clean, controlled.Then I saw Adrien’s car.It was already moving.Backing out of its spot, smooth and slow like always. Same black car he’d driven for years. Same one everyone associated with him. I stayed still in my own car and watched it pass in front of me.He didn’t look my way.Maybe he didn’t see me. Maybe he did and chose not to. Either way, he drove out of the lot without hesitation. No pause. No second glance.Just… gone.I sat there for a few seconds longer than I needed to.This was supposed to be gradual.That had always been the plan in my head. Slow. Subtle. A few projects here and there. More meetings. More presence. Time.I didn’t expect i







